I Speak…

Where should I start a line,

to make myself jovial to shine

I’m in habit of stealing words from there,

where there are thousand of phases ,not in despair.

I am? Just a small writer,

who dream to become a large…

but what if my hands fails to say,

and happens to be “Malapropism” to cast!

The next minute I challenge the shinning sun,

who speaks of thousand deep breath

burn me or melt me by your heat,

but I will write the same and will escape.

I walk on the reflecting sand,

that burnt my foot into reddish black

but I doubt the time that prevails,

not to leave me to hesitate.

I found myself garrulous,

being obsessed sharing secrets,

 with the girl in the mirror 

I feel enthusiastic when I see,

Myself enveloping the large seas.

But still I find myself lacking behind,

And crying with pain in heart,

I wish for someone to know me,

and to understand me, am not the one called “Sentimental”.

The aspects of my life is glowing bright,

and I need to cope up with them

cause I still find myself locked up in a room,

and cry and cry and cry…

They say I write exquisitely,

they say I am so lucky,

but they don’t know the shadowy gown

that makes me being aloof,

I stand near the divine…

I speak!